Infinity's Tresspassers

EvilToasterElf

The wasteland where blinking
reveals only the absence of eyes.
Do they work?
In the fields where stars bloom
spreading tendrils of brightness
Spears smoothly corrode
leaving trails of ambiance, like shimmering footsteps
Rippling through invisible pools
Donating selective sight to the absence
Headlong into the thicket of rocks
Thorns in orbit, derelicts of hope, slicing the blackness
Until it bleeds creation, sapped of
Innuendos, drained of the burdens
Of religious gravity
Desperately clutching to the freedom
of emptiness, giddy with exploration
Nestling thoughts in cradles of imagination
and glorious apocalypse, seething with orange
and yellow energies
glowing helixes of personality
Struggling to thrive like pebbles riding the glaciers
Bustling with green and blue fantasies, bubbling
with tatters of consciousness
Spikes of jade foliage
Gathered around the spinning infernos like painted
Tribes feverishly dancing
naked in the sultry palace of the gods
Trespassers of infinity
the wide eyed orphans of immortality
lost children in a crowded square
with the greatest
Of all realizations, they are no longer alone


This one came out of the vault, it's been a while

EvilToasterElf

Alright that's it, the vault is closed